"The wrathfull winter proching on apace, With blustering blasts had all ybarde the treene, And olde Saturnus, with his frosty face With chilling cold had pearst the tender greene."
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Politicians from EnglandPoets from EnglandPlaywrights from EnglandMembers of the Parliament of EnglandChancellors of the University of Oxford
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Thomas Sackville, 1st Earl of Dorset
Thomas Sackville, 1st Earl of Dorset, 1st Baron Buckhurst, PC (c. 1536 – April 19 1608) was an English statesman, courtier, poet and playwright. In politics he is most notable as the Lord High Treasurer of England; in literature as the co-author of the first blank verse play in the English language, Gorboduc.
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